A cool breeze cut the humid night for a young woman sitting on a veranda. Kiki Rosita stared out over her village with a twinge of sadness in her heart. Though it had been mostly rebuilt after the war, it would never look or be the same. It would always have a shadow of sadness cast over it for all those lost, and for Kiki, especially the loss of her father. She drew her knees to her chest, and sighed. It was her village to lead now, the people looked up to her for approval, and guidance, as they had her father. It was a position she had never imagined she would be in, or at least not at this point in life.
She felt tears sting her eyes. The villagers may have embraced her as their leader, but if not only for being her father's daughter. She didn't feel deserving of their praise, and to be honest, most times didn't want it. She was never going to live up to the expectations they had for her. She would never be the leader her father was. Desperately she longed for a life away from it all. To move on with life, to find some adventure, somewhere she truly felt she belonged. But obligations were important, she knew her father would have wanted her to lead as he had.
A faint smile crept across her face as she thought back to the time her and Michel had gone in search of Shiro and Aina. Once they had found them, the following days spent with them had been incredible. Home cooked meals, swimming in the lake, playing cards, just enjoying the company of friends in such a simple way of life. No having to fill impossible shoes, just being free. But all good things have to come to an end.
Rising to her feet, Kiki reached for a ring around a chain on her neck, she ran her fingers over the ring. It had been her fathers ring, one of the few things left after their home had been destroyed. With another sigh, she looked up to the night sky.
"Daddy…what am I supposed to do?"
Shaking her head, she couldn't help but feel a little silly. It wasn't like the answer would be given. Turning to go inside, she paused and looked over the village once more, before shutting the door and turning out the lights. It's not like she slept well anyways.